My Vengeful CEO
15

[View from Iuri Stevens]

I park the car in front of Aya's apartment, it's actually a nice place, with a good neighborhood, it's not one of the fanciest neighborhoods in Manhattan, but it's a good place. I look at my wristwatch and it reads exactly seventeen hours and thirty minutes, I grab my cell phone from the glove compartment and dial her personal cell phone number, I had to get it from her office file, I forgot to have her send the number to my e-mail along with the address.

- Who is this? - a strange female voice answers, I didn't know she had employees.

- Iuri Stevens, I want to speak to Aya Millenis, is she in?

- Yes, Aya! - I move the cell phone away from my ear, the crazy woman screams loudly, she is definitely not a maid.

- What is she? - I hear Aya's voice on the other end.

-Your boss is on the phone," she informs me, "how intimate is it to call me boss? Is that how Aya refers to me to the others?

- There's a time for jokes Ms. Cristine, better stop - ah, so it's Cristine, Aya's older sister who answers, I didn't know they lived together.

- I'm not kidding, and from what you said, he hates delays, will you leave him here on the phone?

- There's no way it could be him," her voice gets closer and closer, "I didn't give him my personal number, hello who?

-I'm waiting for you down here, you're already two minutes late - I interrupt her and hang up the phone.

I get out of the car to wait for her, I lean against the door and watch the lights on, after about three minutes the doors of the building are opened.

"Calm down, kid, it's not time to rip off this dress that hinders our vision" - I speak mentally to my member that is exited only by the sight of her.

Aya comes parading towards me, a black dress draws all her curves, the neckline is not very revealing, but the little bit of skin it leaves exposed is enough to make me salivate and want to stick my face between those two pillows she carries on her bust. She has a medium slit down the side of her dress that leaves her knee exposed, her hair is loose and so long that my hand itches to pull it as I catch her from behind on my bed. -Good evening, Mr. Stevens, I apologize for my...

- I thought we weren't supposed to have formalities outside the company - I pin a smile on my face and bask in the sight of her blushing cheeks. I move my eyes down to her lips, they are painted red, how sexy. I can only imagine her swallowing me whole.

- Well... yeah... I thought not...

- You look gorgeous," I cut her off, and in response she smiles and ducks her head, looking embarrassed. Ah little one, you don't fool me, this innocent girl attitude of yours with me won't stick - Come, or we'll be even more late.

I will show her how I am a gentleman, I turn the car around and open the door for her, the admiration in her eyes is evident, with the empowerment of women the chivalry every day is losing more and more space, I did not do this for her to think she is unable to open a door or that this gives me the right to have anything coming from her in exchange for this kindness, I did it only for her to see that I am a differentiated, because I am sure that no man has ever treated her as well as I will treat, especially in bed. I understand her simple smile as a thank you and she without saying anything just gets in the vehicle. I close the door and return to my seat, the smell of this woman's perfume fills the whole space, sweet, just like her lips. Without further conversation I start the car's engine and head in the direction of where Layla Philip Camperbell's inauguration party is going to be.

The silence inside the car reminds me of when I first tried to strike up a conversation with her the one time she came to dinner at my parents' house, I could feel my hands sweating and at all costs thought of something to entertain her, but today, I don't care if we are talking or not, but unlike years ago, I notice that this time the nervousness comes from her, all the time she keeps moving her hands and looking from one side to the other, I have lost count of how many times her mouth opened and closed.

- The atmosphere tonight is so pleasant.

Is this serious? Is she really talking about the weather? Oh, my God.

- Humrum - I don't know what to answer, so I just agree.

- Ah well... humm... Oh, you still like animations? - she must have remembered when I was the one who asked her the same question.

- Yes," I answer simply.

- Which one are you currently watching? - she asks looking at me.

-The second season of kimetsu no yaiba.

- Me too! The part I liked the most was Nezuko transforming and beating her up a lot.

- Look at the spoiler, I haven't gotten to that part yet.

- I'm sorry, I just got carried away," he looks again at what's outside the window.

- No problem," and the conversation ends there.

I can't lie, one percent of me was happy that there was still something left of that girl from before. But I am no longer a teenager to settle for so little.

After twenty minutes I stop the car in front of the enormous building where the inauguration is taking place, the flashes are like stars in the darkness, I can't even count how many lenses are turned towards me and I am not the star of the night. I get out of the car and the valet takes my place at the wheel, the parking operator opens the door for Aya, I hurry to stand next to her and offer her my arm, she interlaces hers in mine, we smile for the cameras and enter the enclosure. As soon as I put my feet inside we let go of our arms, several businessmen and businesswomen greet me, however, none of them stay to talk to me, I imagine it's because of Aya, I didn't even need to introduce her to the women, as soon as they got close to me, Aya already extended her hand introducing herself. "Could it be jealousy?" - she smiled at that thought.

- How nice to see you here, Mr. Stevens - Layla greets me with two kisses on the cheek. The first time I saw her was seven years ago, at the last social party I was at before going to college, she wasn't married yet, but she is still beautiful. - Long time no see, Mrs. Camperbell! - I say with a smile.

- I wanted to introduce you to someone, this is Michelle Smith, the cover model for my magazine these days.

- Nice to meet you again, Iuri, - she says smiling, smiling too.

- You two know each other already? - Layla asks, but before we can answer, our attention is drawn to Layla's back.